It was chaos. Absolute, pure, wonderful chaos. It was days like this when the smile couldn't be pulled off of Dudley's face. It never ceased to amazing him though just how massive a get together for them was. If his math was correct, thirty-five people in total were scattered across his back garden, sixteen of those being children... loud, screaming, running a-muck children. A sudden thunderous greeting erupting behind him announced the arrival of the Longbottom family... scratch that, forty-one people, twenty children, and more were expected to arrive.

Dudley had long since turned over his post at the grill to Ron in favor of sitting down with one of the many groups stretched out on the lawn enjoying the sunshine. He had been cooking for awhile, and although the grill was massive and could turn out huge amounts of meat, it was just simply not possible too keep up with demands without a wand. Dudley was now happily playing on the grass with Issak and the newly arrive three year old Nathrach Longbottom. The two toddlers were all to thrilled to see one another and took turns pulling up grass to pass between them. Little Harry and Albus had just been shooed away after being told for the ninth time that they weren't going to open presents until everyone had arrived, and no Neville and Luna were not the last people expected to arrive. Rose and Ginny sat at a picnic table chatting merrily away with Molly while George and Bill argued about racing brooms. Arthur had walked away with Neville to show him where the drinks were being kept.

Neville and Luna Longbottom had been close friends of Harry's at Hogwarts and were always welcomed at the Dursley house. Their four children were around the same ages as theirs so they often brought them over to play. At school Tavis, their oldest, was in the same year as Alyssa and James, and the three were very close.

'Perhaps a little too close,' Dudley thought to himself as he watched the blonde haired boy brush a lady bug a little too tenderly from his daughter's dark curls. He could feel his Daddy Senses start to tingle.

"If you are worried about Tavis' intentions towards Alyssa, Dudley, I can assure you that they are most honorable even if they are a blooming affection," Luna said airly as she sat herself in a near by wicker chair. "I should suspect he will be too nervous to ask her out properly until their fourth year at the earliest. He is very much like his father, and Neville didn't pluck up the courage to ask me for a date until seventh year after I was rescued. Funny how such a silly thing as a kidnapping can make one so eager to buy you dinner."

Dudley stared at her slightly dumbfounded. The strange blond woman was very sweet, but very blunt and always seemed to know what people were thinking. It unnerved him just slightly, but at the moment, mostly because it involved reminding him that his daughter was now a full fledged teen-aged girl, complete with brains, beauty and hormones.

"Uh, how are you feeling, Luna?" Bill asked, knowing that look on Dudley's face. He got the same look when he saw Teddy and Victoire holding hands or when they sneaked off for a walk alone.

"Most adequate thank you," she smiled and ran her hand over the large baby bump she had. "I suspect our little Bailintin will be making his presence known any day now. Hopefully not today though, as I would hate to miss the festivities."

Dudley chuckled and shook his head. He knew Neville fully embraced Luna's oddness and never denied his beloved wife anything. Which is probably the only reason she got away with naming their children the way she did. Tavis was the least strange of them, there was also, Blyana, Fineena, Nathrach and now Bailintin. Hopefully they would be able to come up with some fairly normal nicknames before the rest went off to Hogwarts.

"I suspect either way it will be far less eventful then Hermione's New Years this year," she said.

The group gave Luna a collective confused stare. Except for Ginny and Rose, who both had started choking on their drinks.

"What makes you say that, Luna?" George asked, his ears having perked up from the mention of his wife's name.

"Well giving birth on a holiday would be so exciting I'm sure," she replied. Bill's mouth dropped open and Molly's hand flew to her own. George gave the woman a deer in the head lights stare. "Oh, you did not know?"

"George!" Hermione called as she made her way across the lawn, two cans of soda in hand. "They've run out of butterbeer, is a cola alright instead?"

"It's more than alright, it's wonderful! No no, not wonderful, perfect! It's absolutely perfect! You're absolutely perfect and wonderful!" George leaped out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her.

"I was unaware you felt so strongly about it," Hermione said, sounding rather confused.

"Not the soda, you silly woman!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant!"

Hermione's eyes went wide and than narrowed at the her sister in law and friend, "You promised you wouldn't say anything!"

"We didn't I swear!" Ginny held up her hand's in a mock defense. "As a medical professional though I must remind you that a woman in your condition shouldn't be throwing out a lot of hexes, so please don't kill us!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I did not know it was a secret," Luna look apologetic.

"How did you... never mind, forget I asked," Hermione chuckled and shook her head.

"So it's true then?" George asked, looking as though he might die from disappointment if she said it was just a joke. "Are you really pregnant?"

"Yes, George," she smiled. "It's true. I'm pregnant, we're going to be parents."

George let out a joyous whoop and kissed his wife passionately.

"Oi, there's kids here!" Bill teased, covering Issak and Nathrach's eyes. Neither toddler appreciated this much.

"Oh leave them be, William!" Molly said, her eyes brimming with tears. "It's about time I got a grandchild out of them so let me... I mean, let them have their moment!"

"Yes, the four of them have much to be happy about," Luna smiled.

"Wait what..." George asked, pulling away from his wife.

"Four? What do you mean four?" Hermione asked.

"The four of you," she said merrily. "You, George, and your two babies."

"T...two babies...?" they both asked.

"Hold still," Ginny whipped out her wand and quickly scanned Hermione. A golden yellow light glowed from the tip of her want. "Oh my god, she's right! Hermione, you're having twins!"

"Just what we need more Weasley twins," Hermione looked pale but happy.

"It is exactly what we need!" George grinned like a mad man and kissed her again before suddenly taking off in a sprint. "Fred! FRED! I win, you bloody bastard, I win! Pay up!"

"What is that about?" Hermione asked.

"Fred and George have had a bet going since their sixth year about which one of them would father twins first," Ginny shrugged.

"Oh for Merlin's sake..." was all Hermione could get out before she was suddenly pulled into a bone crushing hug by her mother in law. Not seconds later she was descended upon by every guest on the grounds wanting to congratulate her. Dudley grinned from his spot on the ground. This happened every single time someone announced a new baby, but he had a feeling it would be worse for the pair seeing as how it was not only their first pregnancy but twins to top it off.

Charlie joined Dudley on the grass after offering his congratulations to his brother and sister in law.

"Another day, another niece or nephew," he chuckled.

"Or both for that matter," Dudley chuckled and offered Charlie a beer. "Ever think of joining in the fun? Have a bunch of little dragon wranglers underfoot?"

"Gotta find a girl first, Mate," the red head said and took a long swig of the beer. As far as Weasley men went, Charlie was the unusual one. At nearly forty-five he was the only one in the family not married. There were of course a few that had caught his eyes over the years but none that could have truly handled his career choices.

"Yeah that's usually how it works," Dudley laughed. "Unless there are even more things about magic I don't know yet."

"No, no, that part is pretty universal," Charlie laughed as well. "Personally I think I'd make a rubbish dad. I'm better at being an uncle where I can just sugar them up and send 'em back, but I don't know, we'll see. Maybe someday, if the right girl comes along. Just don't tell Mum I'm even considering it or she'll start parading every unattached woman she knows in front of me. Last thing I need is another blind date set up by my mother."

Dudley laughed again. He was about to open his mouth to reply when a familiar vibration came from his pocket. Excusing himself, he trotted into the house to answer his mobile.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hello, Diddykins."

"Mum..." Dudley sighed in annoyance. He was a full grown man with a wife, children and a booming business, and she still called him embarrassing pet names. "What did I say about the nicknames?"

"Sorry, Dear," she chuckled, making it obvious she had indeed remembered he hated it but wanted to tease him. "Just had to stop for some petrol, but should be there soon. Tell Molly I'm bringing those blackberry scones I promised."

"I will, Mum," Dudley smiled. After Issak was born his mother had started playing a much larger role in their lives. It seemed that nearly loosing her youngest grandchild had awaken something very deep inside of her and Petunia began seeking forgiveness from both Dudley and Harry, but especially the latter. She begun attending their parties and had even gone with both families to lay flowers at Lily and James' graves for the past two years. Dudley knew it was putting a strain on his parents' marriage because his mother always seemed to arrive with red eyes as though she had been crying the whole drive down. Even after everything that had happened, he still loved his mother and couldn't find it in himself to keep her from being in his children's lives.

In the process of reentering the family she had also met the Weasleys and Longbottoms. Even forged what anyone could see was a real friendship with Molly. It seemed that there was some sort of understand between the two older woman. In her own way Molly helped Petunia see that past mistakes were not something that should prevent you from a happy future. Petunia still wasn't completely comfortable with magic just yet, but Dudley was sure that constant exposure would cure that. Especially after she got a look at the new cleaning charms Molly had taught Rose.

"Also Dudley, there is something I should probably tell you, your..."

The rest of his mother's sentence was drowned out by a loud commotion coming from outside. Dudley poked his head out the back kitchen door that lead to the garden and groaned. Victoire, Dominique and Roxanne were all screaming at the top of their lungs while they frantically tried to wipe off what appeared to be purple goo. Green and pink smoke flooded out of the barn and a moment later Holly and Hadden went sprinting across the yard with Rose running after them shouting. Hermione and Angelina were berating their husbands who were both rolling on the ground laughing and cheering on the younger set of twins.

"Listen Mum, I have to go, Holly and Hadden have done God knows what and I have to get out there before Rose strangles them."

"No, Dudley, you don't understand, I have to..."

"You can tell me when you get here. Waiting twenty minutes won't kill you, I'm sorry I have to go," Dudley hung up and sprinted outside after his children.

Petunia Dursley listened to the silence for a moment before snapping her mobile shut. She rubbed her eyes wearily knowing her grandson and great nephew's birthday party was about to be completely ruined, and it was going to be all her fault.

...

"...And no pudding for a week!" Rose roared.

"A week!" the five year olds exclaimed. "What about the cake Grammie Molly made for Harry and Albus?"

"Wave good bye to it because neither of you are getting a crumb," their mother glared.

"But! But! But!"

"No buts, go to your rooms now and sit there till I call for you!"

The children grumbled as they exited the living room and ascended the stairs, arguing back and forth over who's fault it was that they were in trouble. Rose groaned as she buried her face in Dudley's shoulder, a massive head ache threatening.

"Oh don't worry, Dear," Molly said, patting Rose on the back. "If all else fails, I know some wonderful spells I used all the time on Fred and George as children to get them to behave. The spells make a big show but they're mostly harmless. I'd be happy to show them to you."

"I might just take you up on that, Molly," Rose chuckled.

"Come on, we can talk tricks of the trade over a nice cup of tea," Molly said and lead Rose back to the kitchen.

"Oh, Molly, my mum will be here any minute and she said she's bringing scones," Dudley called after them.

"Oh wonderful!" Molly smiled. "I do so love her scones."

Dudley flopped on to the couch and stretched out. He closed his eyes for a moment but knew better than to try and take a nap. Not only would his wife murder him for leaving her alone in the role of host, but last time he nodded off Fred had charmed his hair to stick to the couch. A sudden knock at the door announced his mother's arrival and Dudley pushed himself up.

"I got it, Love," Dudley waved off Rose. Rose nodded and ducked back into the kitchen. Dudley grabbed the door knob and yanked it open. "Hey Mu..."

Instead of his mother, Dudley was met with an all to familiar scowl. The smile on Dudley's face immediately vanished and he felt his stomach drop.

"DAD!" he exclaimed a little louder than he meant to. "I uh... I mean, hi Dad. What uh...what are you doing here?"

"I was under the impression that Michael was having his birthday party today," the obese man replied curtly.

Dudley suppressed a glare. Eleven years and his dad still refused to call Harry by his first name. It'd be one thing if his son actually liked being called by his middle name, but he didn't, there for Dudley couldn't help but find it incredibly disrespectful.

"Are you going to let us in?" he asked, gesturing to Petunia who was beside him with a very strained and apologetic smile. "Or did we just drive two hours for nothing?"

"Uh, yes, come in, please," Dudley opened the door and stepped aside to allow his parents into the house. Closing the door behind them, Dudley politely excused himself before all but running to the kitchen. He burst through the door, causing Molly and Rose to jump. Ginny, who had joined them, was also quite startled.

"Dudley, what on earth is wrong?" Rose frowned.

"We have a problem..." he said.

TBC

A/N:

Vernon at a party where the guest list is made up almost entirely by magical folk? Oh boy...

Oh and if any of you are wondering about Luna's kids' names, I swear I didn't make they up. They are all old Gaelic and Irish names. You wouldn't believe some of the doozies I came across. Anyway, R&R my little darlings. It makes me want to write faster ;)

~Chupip